Fiero paced back and forth in Gobert’s office as they waited for Millie’s update.
“Can you sit down?” Gobert asked.
He was standing by his window while drinking iced cold water.
“I really feel dizzy with all your pacing,” he added.
Fiero halted his steps and turned to his best friend.
“I’m sorry. I am just anxious,” Fiero replied.
Then he huffed and rubbed his palms against his face.
“Sit down before you get a stroke,” Gobert told him, and Fiero let out a sigh and sat down on the couch.
“What’s taking Millie so long?” Fiero mumbled as he bit his fingernails.
Gobert shook his head, and in the blink of an eye, he was beside Fiero and removed his hand from his mouth.
“Enough with the chewing,” he scolds him.
Fiero put his hands down and slumped onto the couch.
“The wait is killin
